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Mr. Ten Dollar man
Let me tell where you're bound
Drink your green liqour, Lord
You'll roll to the ground
But you come around here
With your money in your hand
Taste of my woman
Where you die, where you stand?
Well, Snake Mountain blues
They got me down low
I could die in the morning
But no one would know
When my woman come 'round
My body she'd find
Go down to Dundee
Have her a time
Snake Mountain's gonna crumble, Lord
And fall from the sky
'Fore that woman of mine
Stops tellin' her lies
If I'd die Lord she'd weep
She'd weep and she'd mourn
Soon as I's buried
Forget I'd been born
Love of black-skinned woman
She won't do you no wrong
Slow to start moanin'
She don't moan for long
A yellow-headed woman
Brings nothin' but pain
Take all you give her
Well, she leaves only shame
Oh, my Daddy, Lord he rides
On a long holy train
First winds of winter
I'll see him again
It's farewell to this yellow
Headed misery I've known
Snake Mountain's callin'
Callin' me home
Well a Snake Mountain blues
Got me down low
I could die in the mornin'
And no one would know
Oh, my woman come around
My body she'd find
Go down to Dundee
Have her a time
- Album:
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Townes Van Zandt
- For The Sake Of The Song: First Album
- Sunshine Boy
- No Deeper Blue
- The Nashville Sessions
- Roadsongs
- At My Window
- The Late Great Townes Van Zandt
- High, Low And In Between
- Delta Momma Blues
- Miscellaneous
- Legend
- Texas Troubadour
- Rear View Mirror
- Absolutely Nothing
- Drama Falls Like Teardrops
- The Very Best of Townes Van Zandt: The Texan Troubadour
- Singer Songwriter Collection
- The Best of Townes Van Zandt